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This Is Where the Party Ends

Day off from work. Should be happy.

Woke up at 9. A couple of minutes later, as I was fixing breakfast, the phone rang. Michelle, my stepmother, checking in. She and Dad are off to Oregon today for a week, coinciding with Chelsea's trip to Cancun. Just letting me know how to reach them and asking how I've been as of late. Dad had just stepped out, but he wanted to get a chance to talk to me as well.

I ate, I puttered, I watched The Daily Show. Not the best episode, but that Clint Mathis is a charmer. Mmmm, soccer.

At 10:30, I called back to talk to Dad.

We chatted for a bit, then "Oh, Dad, can you hold for a second? I have a call on the other line."

It's Alan, my potential roommate. We had a group meeting/interview last night among the people interested in the house.

Hey, Mike, he said. I was really uncomfortable last night. In case you didn't notice, I'm not white. Maybe it's not politically correct, but if that's not what you wanted, you should have at least put it in the ad.

"Excuse me?"

I didn't need to waste an hour of my time over there when I could have been doing something productive, like getting dinner. What on earth?

My lungs were in rebellion, not expanding. "I don't know wh-what you're talking about. I'm...I'm on the other line with my father. I'd really like to discuss this...later."

Yeah, call back later if you want to rebut. I'm not interested in living with people like you.

"OK." What the hell do I say?

A moment later, I went back to talking to my father. He told me to laugh it off. Um, OK. Not likely.

I called Rex and Dawn, the other two future roommates at the meeting. They both commented that if he was going to react that way to no discernable provocation (he apparently also called Rex and referred to him as "white trash"), that it's better to know now...and they didn't want to live with that. Oh, they both added (separately), he didn't seem to respond well when you mentioned you were gay.

Is that it? Did he attribute prejudice to me in order to substitute for his own issues?

And was I really on the verge of asking him to move in until he called?

Sheesh.
peachy as always, Mike at 3:43 PM